sickboy66

My Alchemy is Ablaze

For the ease of leaving
Sever the tree from eden
The roots are riddled with bruises
I; the stump, the sun of sin

Now broken......Now changing

Kept memories from my heart
The wants will burn discern there
Nights receding, ready or not
Never mind tommorows despair

Now stylistic......Now caustic

Caracel of eyes, collecting
Spinning dark debris inside
The building blocks colliding
Emotions pyre; wills deacon

Now depth.......Now VIE